::kicks him hard::
Jul. 3rd, 2003 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amezriI guess my dog is okay because I called the vet and they said she was okay to come home. Reluctantly, I have to tell my father this because my mom is at work. So.. I got forth and say, "Can we go pick Minnie up? They said she was okay."
To which he replies, "What happened to her?"
"... She... had surgery."
"Really?"
"... yes. ... That's why she's been gone all day and last night."
"How much is it?"
"I don't know. I just asked if she was okay."
Standing there at that moment I really wanted to shove the spoon he was holding into his forehead. This morning he had already been bitching about money and how it was going to be a couple hundred dollars for the dog. Well, gee, sorry. Our only other option was to just ignore it and let her flesh rot off. I guess we should have gone that route, you cheap bastard. Hey, here's an idea - why don't you quit bitching about money and get a fucking job?!.
Christ on a bike.
To which he replies, "What happened to her?"
"... She... had surgery."
"Really?"
"... yes. ... That's why she's been gone all day and last night."
"How much is it?"
"I don't know. I just asked if she was okay."
Standing there at that moment I really wanted to shove the spoon he was holding into his forehead. This morning he had already been bitching about money and how it was going to be a couple hundred dollars for the dog. Well, gee, sorry. Our only other option was to just ignore it and let her flesh rot off. I guess we should have gone that route, you cheap bastard. Hey, here's an idea - why don't you quit bitching about money and get a fucking job?!.
Christ on a bike.
